Life* á la mode

Always a party planner!

That’s right, dear readers, I am available to help plan your wedding, birthday party, shower…

Sometimes there just aren’t enough minutes in the day for you to take care of work, your family and yourself to throw something together to celebrate a special occasion.

Here’s where I come in – I will work with you to take your ideas and help you make them a reality. The more out-of-the-box, the better! Sure, I can be girly, I can be classic but if you’re ever worried that what you want to do might be too weird or different for most people, don’t fret, I’m all about it.

If you know anyone who has a wedding coming up they want to plan, especially if they don’t live in Nashville but want to do one here, please leave a comment on here and I’ll respond for sure.

Thanks y’all!

I work in the Brentwood/Maryland Farms area and almost every morning, will stop by Starbucks for an iced Venti coffee. Unsweetened. I try to get out of my car to go inside, especially if the drive-thru line is hella long and it typically is.

My first week of work, I remember almost driving headlong into a car. The entrance and exit to the parking lot for that strip mall is two lanes on each side. The lanes that exit onto the main strip has a lane going left and one going right. The day that accident almost happened, it was a silver Honda.

I’ve witnessed it happening a couple more times since then, and every time I turn out of the Starbucks lot, I brace myself for another moron turning into oncoming traffic.

Thank goodness I had my wits about me this morning because sure enough, a silver Honda turned left into my lane. I honked my horn until she saw me, by which point I’d swerved into the right turn lane. She had her window open and stopped as she drove by me. I saw her mouth something so I opened my window.
“Excuse me!” said a very Southern sounding woman with crazy curly hair who looked to be in her 50′s.

I waved her on. She was, after all, in my lane and I needed to go left.
“I said excuse me!”

“Yes??”

“There was no need to honk at me.”

“YOU’RE GOING THE WRONG WAY!”

“I am??? Oh my!”

And then my head exploded.

Article in the NY Times today about the rich feeling the pinch of the ever-slumping economy.

At first I thought by “less rich” in the title, that maybe it’s about people who aren’t impoverished but also not billionaires so I read it. Turns out, it’s about how the filthy, filthy rich are having breakdowns about being less rich. One quote by a Justin Sullivan, managing director of a private jet rental company about a client of his made me go “oh bite me.” - 

“A year ago, he would have only flown Gulfstreams,” Mr. Sullivan said. “Now it’s moving to the point where he’s flying Beech jets and Learjets.”

It’s so hard to feel sympathy for these people. They need to try flying Southwest for once. Or any domestic airline, really. But our world is a realm THEY would never be able to identify with either. There’s no such thing as shopping at Target – their equivalent of Target is the Neiman Marcus sale rack.

The article also talks about people gaining weight because they can’t afford $600 personal trainers anymore. Hi, there are plenty of people who pay $30 a month to a gym who are in terrific shape. Evidently not being worth 9 figures means they’ve lost the will to function??? That’s so unfortunate.

Oh! And the men who are so worried about their wives leaving them because their net worth has dropped in value? They should be kicking those money-hungry women to the curb anyway! But that might be just me.

Y’know, I admit that there hasn’t been a day that’s gone by when I haven’t thought “God I’d kill to have unlimited wealth.” But I’d like to think that if that wealth ever comes, even an iota of it, that I’d still be able to think for myself and not fall into that trap. And if anyone is willing to do some sort of study on how I’d do in that situation, you can make that check out to “cash.”